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the superiority of his snow-shoes, could wear it
down* Already the big, shaggy creature was
showing signs of fatigue, and the intrepid hunter
was remorselessly closing up the distance that his
quarry was losing.

After his first view of the wolf on the ridge,
Eagle Plume lost sight of it for awhile; then he
saw it again, and when the sun, with its sinister
attendants of two false suns3 touched the rim of
the mountains to the west, the wolf remained in
plain view all of the time. The Blackfoot was
sweeping forward on the bumpy surface of the
great rolling sea of snow at a long, tireless lope,
while the wolf seemed to be floundering along In

The wind continued to rise, and soon the coun-
try was enveloped in a stinging, blinding chaos
of drifting snow. A blizzard was coming up.
And even the wolf, wild denizen of the region as
he was, was now seeking harbourage.

The mountain valley lay flat and expression-
less under its snowy mantle. The only relief to
the landscape was a pine bluff which stood like
an island straight ahead,

A blizzard had no terrors for a good hunter
like Eagle Plume, when there was wood and
shelter in sight. He knew that the wolf was
making for cover, and he hurried his footsteps
so that he might overtake It and make his kill